These were the words that rang in my ears after my husband told me about a conversation he’d just had with a neighbor. You see, we moved to rural Arkansas, leaving California just over a year ago and settling into our new home just 9 months ago. This was my hubby’s first encounter with this neighbor.

He seemed nice enough according to my husband, so I guess he was just being matter of fact. “People will treat you nice, but you’ll always be an outsider.”

The words ra...